You're sitting on your dad's lap while he paints. The sun is setting and casting it's last rays onto the painting. He's painting a pretty pond with a forest around it, poking his brush at the corners to make fluffy clouds. You're feeling sleepy, and then the sun reaches a certain point and shadows fall and loom over the painting. "Awe... It's dark already? Hm... Paintings always look best in certain lightings, don't they?" He ruffles your hair gently. "Sleepy?" He chuckles.